A few months ago, I tried out a few scents from Nashville’s cult-favorite fragrance house Ranger Station. One quick roll of Daisy across my wrists, and I was hooked on its earthy ambergris and sandalwood notes. I’ve long gravitated toward warm, grounding scents. As a teenager, I wore Egyptian Musk almost exclusively (just like Carolyn Bessette Kennedy), later graduating to Tom Ford’s Black Orchid in my twenties, and more recently rotating between PHLUR’s Father Figure and Le Labo’s Santal 33.